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In my perfect universe, every meal would be tapas style. Small dishes, lots of sampling and experimenting, sharing – these form my idea of how to eat. I’ve already written about a week’s worth of eating in Madrid where every single meal we had outside of our apartment was tapas style. Well, we continued that trend for our time in Seville too.

On our third night in Seville, we started the night at Bar Alfalfa. It’s a compact place with the noise of conversations filling the high, arching ceilings. We were lucky to find a table along the windows on a rainy night. The draw for us here was their gluten-free friendliness allowing my wife a few more ordering options than at other places. That alone would put a smile on her face, but on this night, a man at the bar with his pet bird on his shoulder made her, and everyone smile:

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Prior to our fall trip to Spain, while I was researching tapas joins and all the interesting dishes I was going to be trying, my wife had resigned herself to two weeks of jamón ibérico as a staple of her diet on the account of her Celiac. Not that plates of jamón ibérico are a bad consolation prize, but for her, she had accepted that she wouldn’t be sampling widely from the menu as we saddled up to bar after bar.

Thanks to Taberna La Concha in Madrid, my wife got the Spanish tapas experience she thought she would miss out on. On our second night in Madrid, we wandered about ten minutes from our La Latina apartment and held court at a little table in the basement of the bar. My wife’s face lit up when she was presented with a dedicated gluten-free menu and I turned the night’s ordering over to her. The first dish: anchovies in pesto